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First Tears

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Let the truth of trust be untarnished by my bruised past
Bring me back to a time where my eyes saw only good and my heart was in total acceptance of the purity that lie in all around me.
The air was so crisp with an energy that left my smile so alive
Because the world spun on kindness and death was only relevant when it came to Nature taking its course
Oh when did my senses taste the first tears of disappointment?
The saltiness that soon fed the anger that followed, the introduction to pain was so ungraceful
Of course, how could I be so silly to think it could even be a tad forgiving in its after effects though…
Look, look at my cuts, self inflicted, I don’t think so..
You’ve pushed into my wounds the salt of hurt.
Leaving me shaking as I drink the quick adrenaline , this all becomes so natural now
I am conditioned by the drama.

Marce Underwood

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Sub-conscious in phases

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Picking up on a different case of hysteria, one which involves my damaged sub-conscious, revolving and evolving without my control
It engages me to see it in full growth
I am somewhat surprised by the enormity of its development
How did I let this get away from me
My subconscious, although hidden, is not so subtle in its influential paradigms of confusing, emotionally stimulation interruptions.
And then, waking from dreams that are scared my events
My subconscious holds so fresh i can smell the drama on my skin.. like a new, yet familiar encounter.
I do not wake with a racing heart nor with beads of sweat upon my forehead, no
Its more of a soul-jerking alertness.
And then this soon gives way to a heaviness, one which shortens my breath and removes those smile creases from underneath my eyes,
In a paralysing panic, I lay there, hopeless
I have been robbed of a freedom which my mind once took me to.
The escape is no longer from an external drama, i can no longer run away, it is a battle within,
And I stare into a nothingness, biting my nail but not breaking it as I recycle both the dream and shocking detail it contained
I’m trying to convince myself..
A mental reassurance that all will be ok.
And then.. only one thing is certain though.
The Sub-conscious knows.

marce underwood

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Biography

Marce Underwood

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Biography

First Tears

Enlarge poem

Let the truth of trust be untarnished by my bruised past
Bring me back to a time where my eyes saw only good and my heart was in total acceptance of the purity that lie in all around me.
The air was so crisp with an energy that left my smile so alive
Because the world spun on kindness and death was only relevant when it came to Nature taking its course
Oh when did my senses taste the first tears of disappointment?
The saltiness that soon fed the anger that followed, the introduction to pain was so ungraceful
Of course, how could I be so silly to think it could even be a tad forgiving in its after effects though…
Look, look at my cuts, self inflicted, I don’t think so..
You’ve pushed into my wounds the salt of hurt.
Leaving me shaking as I drink the quick adrenaline , this all becomes so natural now
I am conditioned by the drama.

Featured Poem:

Sub-conscious in phases

Enlarge poem

Picking up on a different case of hysteria, one which involves my damaged sub-conscious, revolving and evolving without my control
It engages me to see it in full growth
I am somewhat surprised by the enormity of its development
How did I let this get away from me
My subconscious, although hidden, is not so subtle in its influential paradigms of confusing, emotionally stimulation interruptions.
And then, waking from dreams that are scared my events
My subconscious holds so fresh i can smell the drama on my skin.. like a new, yet familiar encounter.
I do not wake with a racing heart nor with beads of sweat upon my forehead, no
Its more of a soul-jerking alertness.
And then this soon gives way to a heaviness, one which shortens my breath and removes those smile creases from underneath my eyes,
In a paralysing panic, I lay there, hopeless
I have been robbed of a freedom which my mind once took me to.
The escape is no longer from an external drama, i can no longer run away, it is a battle within,
And I stare into a nothingness, biting my nail but not breaking it as I recycle both the dream and shocking detail it contained
I’m trying to convince myself..
A mental reassurance that all will be ok.
And then.. only one thing is certain though.
The Sub-conscious knows.

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (0)
  • Pride (0)
  • Optimism (0)
  • Anger (0)
  • Delight (0)
  • Inspiration (1)
  • Reflection (0)
  • Captivation (0)
  • Peace (0)
  • Amusement (0)
  • Sorrow (0)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (0)
  • Sadness (0)
  • Fear (0)
  • Jubilation (0)

First Tears

Enlarge poem

Let the truth of trust be untarnished by my bruised past
Bring me back to a time where my eyes saw only good and my heart was in total acceptance of the purity that lie in all around me.
The air was so crisp with an energy that left my smile so alive
Because the world spun on kindness and death was only relevant when it came to Nature taking its course
Oh when did my senses taste the first tears of disappointment?
The saltiness that soon fed the anger that followed, the introduction to pain was so ungraceful
Of course, how could I be so silly to think it could even be a tad forgiving in its after effects though…
Look, look at my cuts, self inflicted, I don’t think so..
You’ve pushed into my wounds the salt of hurt.
Leaving me shaking as I drink the quick adrenaline , this all becomes so natural now
I am conditioned by the drama.

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